Victorious 

And through all the pain, I arose victorious.

Not in a battle of becoming ‘normal’, because I seemingly despise that word in every sense, but in a battle against the voices in my head; a battle to become happy, and nothing else. 

I fought from the moment I knew something was off, and I will fight until the day I die. 

I will continue to rise when I happen to fall. 

I will live a life of happiness and contentment. 

I will not succumb to the voices;  not now, not then,  not ever. 

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About zedmondson

Zoe. 22. Australia. I'm writing to share my experiences with Bipolar Disorder with others. I believe in fighting stigma surrounding mental illness. I believe in being able to wear my heart on my sleeve; or on my blog. And I believe in myself. That's what my blog is all about. Hope you enjoy x View all posts by zedmondson

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